Morning Light

It beckons all light of dawn. I cannot remain under sheets of shame any longer.

It slides across wood floors in the cottage called home.

He snores beside me.

I walk out through french doors to pine needles under my feet

they pierce my skin, remind me of who I am

flesh and bone mortal

wounded and transparent.

The golden light rests upon my outstretched hands

I am calling out your name

I kneel,  asleep still in my soul

Wake me up I pray

Teach me a better way.

 

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